《A new horizon》17. Practice
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/*Well if the aluminium part is still bugging you, which is doing the same thing to me, let's assume that he got the metal after touching the bow to the ground since aluminium metal is abundant and the system allows him a range of 100 kms.*/
Robb, Erena and Jon all three couldn't help but use the compound bow more times to get a feel of the superior bow.
"They are fascinated by a bow. What will happen if I get them a gun?" Gawen mumbled under his breath. After having their fun, they all went in as Robb had something to discuss with Gawen which he had indicated before.
They went to the main Hall and took a seat.
"I heard about your new 'horseshoe'. Fancy name." Robb said. Gawen was not exactly astonished seeing that Robb knew of the horseshoe. The primary trade of House Glover went through the route of House Stark. Essentially, all the trade routes high up in the North went through Winterfell, which was situated right in the middle. So him knowing about this small thing wasn't an unexpected case.
"My Lord, that is a small addition I gave to the horses. They deserve after all the shitload of things they need to carry." Gawen replied.
"Never thought you liked horses that much." Robb laughed hearing the comment.
"Father saw this when a caravan passed by Winterfell and he told me to get to the bottom of this. Never knew that you were behind all of this." Robb continued, clearly very impressed.
Gawen felt shy a bit, getting all this praise. Even the famous Ned Stark took notice.
"So My Lord, are you here to get the method of making horseshoes?" Gawen asked.
"No. I am here to buy some horseshoes. And the ales of yesterday." Robb asked. Gawen smiled at this. Even if he hadn't asked for the ale, he would have sent some barrels to him.
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"Of course My Lord. I will send you 10 barrels of ale." Gawen replied with a huge smile. Robb nodded at it and said.
"I will tell them about your ale when people ask. I am sure this will help you get some more coins." Robb said.
"Then I would be grateful to My Lord. My brewery is still new and needs coins to make it a little big."
"Make more ale for us next time. I need more."
Gawen nodded at it. Later they all started discussing about Gawen's past, the one before he lost his memories. Apparently, Robb and Gawen had been friends since childhood and Gawen had gone to Winterfell couple of times before.
The similar age prompted them to be friends and even be called 'brothers'. This was new information for Gawen as he didn't expect this. As the 4 were discussing all of this, Robett had arrived and asked them to join for breakfast.
Both Robb's and Jon's eyes shone hearing the prospect of food. They all joined in and had Gawen's flavored breads, which the two of them relished. Robb stayed at Deepwood Motte for 2 days before leaving. He looked reluctant because the food was that good.
Gawen sent 12 barrels of ale and 4 compound bows for him. He was sure that this bow would reach Ned Stark and he might be tempted to ask him for this bow, but there was one major flaw in his character.
Ned was too damn honorable!!
For this reason, Gawen had no fear because he would never go behind his back to pull tricks on him. All Gawen cared about was his ale being famous and people coming to Deepwood Motte to get their hands on it.
Gawen's ale in his shop was already getting famous around and he was just waiting for the next big boom, in the form of people coming to buy from outside. And this didn't take long.
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In 2 months, people had started coming to Deepwood Motte to buy ale from his shop and his pockets were getting filled constantly. Though his shop only had a very limited amount of ale, there were people standing in queue for hours just to get a taste of his drink.
Soon a year had gone by and Gawen was becoming richer day by day. His ale was now famous in all of North and Deepwood Motte looked more bustling and full of life.
Thanks to people arriving here for having good food, drinks and even horseshoes which too had a reputation of its own. But this year, Gawen didn't just get rich, he got strong too.
He practised his force powers whenever he could. Especially with arrows. He used force on the arrow to make them travel faster and even have better accuracy on a longer distance.
It needed immense concentration on his own part to achieve that. The normal range of an arrow from a compound bow was below 300 metres. And now due to force, Gawen could hit a target with proper accuracy and impact at a target which was 350 metres away.
He and Erena even went hunting with their bows and competed against each other to see who was better. And of course, Gawen came out victorious.
"You are cheating. How does your arrow travel so far?" Erena asked with almost ears in her eyes. She was the best in archery around but she still couldn't beat her brother.
"It was you who insisted on having a duel with me. Now when you lose you accuse me of cheating? Own up to your failure." Gawen said as he had a cheeky smile on his face. All this time she had been teasing him with so many different things starting from his money to him being the largest business man around.
Finally he was able to get the better of her.
Later they both returned home with the hunt, but Erena was still salty about the loss.
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At night in the solar, Gawen opened the status panel.
[
Effective radius for using the materials for upgrade - 100 kms
Exp achievement after completion - 50 exp points achieved
New options unlocked
Choose :
Light
Neutral
Dark
]
All this time he had been saving up his exp points by upgrading ales and bread and small things nearby. He was tempted to spend his exp points when it reached 10 again, but decided against it as he thought he needed to understand the Force powers better. So this past year all he did was train and today when his exp reached 50 points, he thought that it was time to spend on some of the options that had popped up before.
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